Just outside of Mexican Hat, Utah, along a quiet stretch of road near what appeared to be an abandoned building labeled “Cow Canyon Trading Post,” I came across this rusting beauty from a bygone era. The desert sun had long since faded its paint, shattered its glass, and stripped it of its purpose—but not its presence.
Shot in infrared, the scene takes on an almost ghostlike quality. The car feels suspended between decades, its chrome grin peeking through the silence of red rock country. There’s a certain dignity in how it sits—worn but unyielding, a relic that still holds the road in its own way.
These are the kinds of discoveries I treasure on my photography journeys: moments when time, texture, and technology come together to tell a story that’s part documentary, part dream.